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Rue des Beaux-Arts n ° 80- Juillet – Août – Septembre 2022
Speak gently , she can hear 
 The daisies grow .
All her bright golden hair 
 Tarnished with rust ,

She that was young and fair 
 Fallen to dust .
Lily-like , white as snow ,
 She hardly knew 
 She was a woman , so 
 Sweetly she grew . Coffin-board , heavy stone ,
 Lie on her breast ,

I vex my heart alone 
 She is at rest .
Peace , Peace , she cannot hear 
 Lyre or sonnet ,

All my life ’ s buried here ,

Heap earth upon it . Les paroles d ’ Ellmann , prononcées par Stephen Fry ont clos cette rencontre mémorable : “' The greatest men fail , or seem to have failed .' He was speaking of Parnell , but what was true of Parnell is in another way true of Wilde . His work survived as he had claimed it would . We inherit his struggle to supreme fictions in art , to associate art with social change , to bring together individual and social impulse , to save what is eccentric and singular from being sanitized and standardized , to replace a morality of severity by one of sympathy . He belongs to our world more than to Victoria ' s . Now , beyond the reach of scandal , his best writings validated by time , he
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